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Barlas
The Kamujin were sitting around the campfire, having fun, arguing, dividing and exchanging slaves and women. The last campaign was particularly successful. Barlas's joy was somewhat marred by the loss of one of his four sons in this campaign, but that did not prevent him from joining the general merriment.
-- Hey, Barlas! Will you show the young ones what real shooting is like?
Barlas turned around. Several young Kamujin were amusing themselves by making slaves put apples on their heads and shooting at them with bows from a distance of ten paces. They shot poorly; their hands trembled, and they often missed.
-- Well now, youngsters, watch how it's done," Barlas said to one of the hapless archers. "Stand forty paces away."
The young man hesitated, but fear for his life – nothing compared to the fear of being considered a coward among the Kamujin – so he obediently followed instructions. Barlas drew the bowstring. He had no doubt about his skill and wasn't afraid to miss. He released the string, and the arrow flew straight to its target.
-- That's how it's done, my boys! Learn.
Barlas sat down by the fire. Memories flooded back to him of his own youth. He remembered well how he spent years learning the art of archery and how he first rode a dragon, soaring into the sky. He remembered how he almost died when he was alone in the wild lands of Lapistia and how he participated in numerous campaigns...
"Eh, why am I getting sentimental," thought Barlas, shaking off the veil of memories. "I'm acting like an old weakling indulging in nostalgia, and I haven't even lived to be forty yet. I need to think less about the past and do more in the present, yes indeed!"
Evening came, and an unexpected guest appeared among the Kamujin – Naran, Barlas's half-brother, who had left Lapistia a couple of years ago hoping to seek fortune on a distant continent called Etheria.
-- Well, look who we have here! We didn't think you would return, brother.
-- And hello to you, Barlas. How are things?
-- Life goes on as usual; nothing new. You tell us about foreign lands.
-- There will be time for that. But for now, it would be nice to have a good drink and eat heartily after the journey, and the stories can wait."
Naran told the Kamujin at length about Etheria, about new lands, unseen peoples, and strange inventions. Barlas listened to him and decided to see the lands of another continent with his own eyes. In the morning, he said goodbye to his people, mounted his dragon, and flew off into the unknown.
Arriving in Etheria, Barlas decided to become a mercenary. It was a good job; he loved and knew how to fight, and he would also get to see the world. He chose the "Crimson Dawn" squad. He managed to meet them only in Ilthan.
Nationality: Kamujin
Attribute bonuses:
+30 health
+4 accuracy
+3 willpower
Skills:
Archery (bow)
Combat training
Dragon riding
Perks:
Riding
Unity
Immunity
Strong Health
Rebirth
Inventory:
Kamujin bow, helmet, light armor, saber, money, dragon tooth
The Kamujin were sitting around the campfire, having fun, arguing, dividing and exchanging slaves and women. The last campaign was particularly successful. Barlas's joy was somewhat marred by the loss of one of his four sons in this campaign, but that did not prevent him from joining the general merriment.
-- Hey, Barlas! Will you show the young ones what real shooting is like?
Barlas turned around. Several young Kamujin were amusing themselves by making slaves put apples on their heads and shooting at them with bows from a distance of ten paces. They shot poorly; their hands trembled, and they often missed.
-- Well now, youngsters, watch how it's done," Barlas said to one of the hapless archers. "Stand forty paces away."
The young man hesitated, but fear for his life – nothing compared to the fear of being considered a coward among the Kamujin – so he obediently followed instructions. Barlas drew the bowstring. He had no doubt about his skill and wasn't afraid to miss. He released the string, and the arrow flew straight to its target.
-- That's how it's done, my boys! Learn.
Barlas sat down by the fire. Memories flooded back to him of his own youth. He remembered well how he spent years learning the art of archery and how he first rode a dragon, soaring into the sky. He remembered how he almost died when he was alone in the wild lands of Lapistia and how he participated in numerous campaigns...
"Eh, why am I getting sentimental," thought Barlas, shaking off the veil of memories. "I'm acting like an old weakling indulging in nostalgia, and I haven't even lived to be forty yet. I need to think less about the past and do more in the present, yes indeed!"
Evening came, and an unexpected guest appeared among the Kamujin – Naran, Barlas's half-brother, who had left Lapistia a couple of years ago hoping to seek fortune on a distant continent called Etheria.
-- Well, look who we have here! We didn't think you would return, brother.
-- And hello to you, Barlas. How are things?
-- Life goes on as usual; nothing new. You tell us about foreign lands.
-- There will be time for that. But for now, it would be nice to have a good drink and eat heartily after the journey, and the stories can wait."
Naran told the Kamujin at length about Etheria, about new lands, unseen peoples, and strange inventions. Barlas listened to him and decided to see the lands of another continent with his own eyes. In the morning, he said goodbye to his people, mounted his dragon, and flew off into the unknown.
Arriving in Etheria, Barlas decided to become a mercenary. It was a good job; he loved and knew how to fight, and he would also get to see the world. He chose the "Crimson Dawn" squad. He managed to meet them only in Ilthan.
Nationality: Kamujin
Attribute bonuses:
+30 health
+4 accuracy
+3 willpower
Skills:
Archery (bow)
Combat training
Dragon riding
Perks:
Riding
Unity
Immunity
Strong Health
Rebirth
Inventory:
Kamujin bow, helmet, light armor, saber, money, dragon tooth
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers